Page 118 of The Hunger
“I’m trying,” he rasped. “It would be easier if you weren’t wrapped around me, but I’d rather chew off my own hand than let go.”
Warmth spread in my middle as I gazed down at him.
“Then, I probably shouldn’t kiss you.”
“Only good ideas are welcome here.”
My gaze dipped to his lips.
“I like where this is headed,” he murmured a moment before his lips crashed against mine.
A new kind of hunger flared to life inside of me, and I sighed against his mouth. He took full advantage of the opening. The first touch of his tongue to mine sent a jolt of need through me. My fingers gripped his hair. He clutched my backside and started moving.
The minute my back hit the mattress, I tore my lips from his.
“Fenris, wait.”
“I am,” he said, claiming my lips again.
I could have kissed Fenris forever if not for the insistent knock on the door. Torn between anger at the interruption and sensibly knowing we needed to be interrupted if I didn’t want this to go any further, I groaned and forced myself to wiggle out of Fenris’s hold.
He stayed where he was, face down on my bed, as I called, “Come in.”
Jenna cautiously opened the door.
“Is it safe?” Her expression shifted from wary to shocked. “Whoa. That smells painful.”
“It is,” Fenris said, his words muffled by my quilt.
“Sorry I had to interrupt,” she said, her guilty gaze shifting to me. “We don’t have a lot of time. Raiden thinks Fenris and I are going for a run. It would be better if we get to school before Aubrey.”
Fenris lifted his head from my bed and looked at me.
“Do me a favor and bring a set of Oanen’s clothes with you.”
“Do I want to know why?”
He crooked a grin at me and pushed himself off the bed.
“I’m going to partake in our favorite pastime. See you in school, chipmunk.”
I smiled at him as he walked past me, feeling how fragile his control was. One word from me and we’d be back on that bed kissing, Raiden and Aubrey be darned. But we weren’t the only two who would get into trouble. So I stayed quiet and let him leave.
“Thank you, Jenna,” I said sincerely before she closed the door.
She nodded and hurried after him.
With a renewed purpose and a whole lot less anger, I raided Oanen’s wardrobe then left the house only minutes behind them. Thankfully, the parking lot was still sparsely occupied, and there was no sign of the familiar red convertible when I arrived.
Carrying the change of clothes with me, I went inside. What Fenris meant by “our” favorite pastime became obvious when I heard a commotion from the pools. Why on earth would he want to mess with the mermaids after what I’d done to them yesterday?
Rushing through the doors, I stopped short at the sound of Fenris’s low chuckle.
“One more time,” River said. “I can still smell her.”
She caught sight of me just as Fenris went under.
“Hey, Eliana,” she called. “He’s almost done.”
